The cultivators on this continent are divided into three categories, namely swordsmen who practice kendo, nunshi who cultivate spiritual power, and wrestlers who cultivate strength.

But these three types of cultivators are all unified into six levels, and for swordsmen, these six levels are swordsmen, sword masters, sword sects, sword spirits, sword honors, and rare existences on this continent, sword saints.

And the gap between each of these six levels is even more vastly different, and if you want to reach that holy level, the conditions required are even harsher to the point of almost going against the sky.

And the people who can be confirmed by the swordsmen in this continent who have reached the Sword Saint level are only ten people in total...

And for the Day Tiger Guard, if there was something more terrifying than encountering a saint-level enemy at this time, then it must be encountering two at the same time - Duan Shencuo, and Chu Batian.

Perhaps the most desperate thing in this world is not that there is no hope from the beginning, but that when you struggle to crawl out of a desperate situation, you find that you are greeted by another, even more desperate situation.....

And the remaining sixty-three Day Tiger Guards are now facing such a desperate situation.

But even in the face of such a situation, they instantly calmed down, and one of them spoke: "General, you deal with one, and leave the rest to us." ”

In fact, if Yang Chengjun is in his heyday, it should be no problem for one person to face these two people at the same time. But the problem is that at this time, Yang Chengjun has been fighting continuously for an unknown amount of time in order to cover the remaining day tiger guards who can retreat safely...

All of them stood in front of Yang Chengjun, without orders, without a sound, as if they were alone.

At this moment, Yang Chengjun said coldly: "You go." ”

"General, let's go, let's go. "The one who spoke was the one who just spoke, his name was Qi Guodong, and the armor on his body had long been tattered, only the tiger head pads on his shoulders that emitted silver light would make people think that he was the deputy general of the day tiger guard.

Yang Chengjun walked to Qi Guodong's side at this time and said, "Do you remember my order?"

"But the general...."

"I can handle the two of them, and it's even more of a hindrance for you to stay. Yang Chengjun continued: "Even if it is a day tiger, it will be nocturnal after all..."

After Yang Chengjun finished speaking, he spoke again: "The Day Tiger Guard listened to the order and retreated. ”

When the remaining sixty-three people heard this, they all clenched their fists, because they were the only ones who knew the meaning of this phrase. But after hearing Yang Chengjun's order, they all took a deep breath, and then turned around cleanly...

And just after those Day Tiger Guards turned around, Yang Chengjun suddenly said in a low voice: "They, please." ”

And the object of his speech was an incomparably young day tiger guard, with ordinary hair, ordinary face, ordinary clothing, a person who was so ordinary that he would disappear instantly when he blended into the crowd, but it was the black-clothed young man who appeared in the general's mansion before.

As if he had not heard, the young man went away without saying a word.

..............................

However, at this moment, Duan Shencuo, who had been standing there, moved, and in his hand was a very strange sword, about six or seven meters long, shaped like a crescent moon, and the place where the sword was held was located in the middle of the sword, so this sword was like wrapping Duan Shencuo, and it was this strangely shaped Yuehua Demon Blade that created his name as the Yuehua Sword Saint.

I saw that he suddenly drew a sword light upward, and the sword qi that was originally only going straight forward suddenly turned around in the air like a life, and suddenly dived down with a strange arc, and when it was about ten meters close to the ground, this sword qi was actually divided into sixty-four paths, attacking the day tiger guard and Yang Chengjun below, respectively.

But the strange thing is that among the sixty-three people who turned around, none of them had any people or superfluous movements, they just took one step forward in unison, two steps, as if they didn't feel the sword qi behind them at all, and continued to walk forward.....

And the reason why they will be like this, is very simple.

Because behind them is Yang Chengjun.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to give their backs to another person without reservation, but for them, this matter is particularly simple, just because, behind them, is this man....

Their king, the legendary "ghost general", ——— Yang Chengjun.

But that sword qi was already only five meters away from their heads, obviously, according to this situation, in the next moment, everyone's heads would be pierced.

But at this moment, Yang Chengjun slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, a broadsword with a simple shape, which seemed to be nothing special, except that the scabbard was inlaid with eight blue gems that had been completely covered by blood but still glowed.

Simple sword, simple movements, but when he pulled out the sword a little, a lot of crimson gas gushed out, as if the beast that had been imprisoned for a long time was suddenly released....

An even stranger thing happened, those sixty-four sword qi actually dissipated like this, as if they had never appeared.... And the corners of Duan Shencuo's mouth raised a smile, as if all this was exactly as he expected...

"This almost substantial murderous aura, the king of the day tiger, is indeed a monster. ”

As he spoke, he retracted the smile on the corner of his mouth, because he knew that now, this monster, would be his opponent...

If the brilliant appearance and toughness of a sword are tempered by the swordsmith, then the soul and bone marrow of each peerless sword are instilled by the sword-wielder.

Obviously, the soul of the sword in the hands of a thousand generals is definitely filled by countless souls under the sword.....

It has been said that a battle-hardened man can make his enemies tremble with a single look.

And now, not only Yang Chengjun's eyes, but even his sword can make the opponent's sword tremble....

Just like the sword in Duan Shencuo's hand now, although it is not obvious, he can feel a wave of uneasiness, uneasiness from a sword...

It wasn't until the figure of the sixty-three men had disappeared into the woods that his sword fell silent...

At this moment, Yang Chengjun's sword had already arrived, but in an instant, he directly crossed the distance of 100 meters and went straight to Duan Shencuo's face.

Duan Shencuo's heart sank, and the right hand holding the sword swung downward, because of the peculiar shape of the blade in his hand, it seemed that Yang Chengjun's stabbing was seamless.

But at this moment, the sword that was about to touch the Yuehua Demon Blade suddenly circled Yang Chengjun's wrist and turned back very strangely, and stabbed Duan Shencuo's left shoulder suddenly....

The sword with a huge body will naturally be a little less dexterous, and Yang Chengjun naturally knows this common sense.

So when Duan Shencuo saw the short sword in front of him stabbing at his left shoulder, if he wanted to pull the sword in his hand to defend, it would definitely be too late...

But at this moment, his figure retreated sharply, and the Yuehua Demon Blade in his hand actually rotated around the hilt of the sword, which was an extremely strange picture, but when you look closely, you will find that the hilt of this sword and the sword are not completely integrated together, and there is a hollow gap in the middle that cannot be seen by the naked eye...

It's only when it turns that it's discovered...

But the corners of Yang Chengjun's mouth rose slightly, he didn't seem surprised, and he didn't seem to have the intention of accepting it...

It wasn't until the Yuehua Demon Blade touched the sword in his hand that the huge impact force shifted slightly upwards with it, narrowly slashing across Duan Shencuo's left shoulder.

At this moment, Yang Chengjun's knife instantly burst out with a power far greater than that of the Yuehua Demon Blade, and at Duan Shencuo's left shoulder, it slashed down heavily, and the power and momentum were as if it was a charged blow, not at all like he had experienced so many changes.

With just three moves, Duan Shencuo was completely passive, and more importantly, if he couldn't take this move, Duan Shencuo would have at least one arm cut off.

At this moment, the other end of the Yuehua Demon Blade actually broke away and rushed towards Yang Chengjun....

And Yang Chengjun almost instinctively raised the scabbard of his left hand to block this blow, but the moment he raised his left hand, the hilt of the Yuehua Demon Blade flew out of three fragments again, heading straight for the face door that Yang Chengjun had already let go.

But in the face of Duan Shencuo's counterattack, Yang Chengjun did not dodge, his right hand holding the sword actually increased his strength, and the place where it was attached to the Yuehua Demon Blade made a "Gege" sound, and Yang Chengjun at this moment with the help of the sinking force of the knife in his hand, directly flew into the air and turned behind Duan Shencuo.

And Duan Shencuo's figure immediately stopped, and without even raising his head, he lifted the Yuehua Demon Blade that was only half left in his hand.

I saw Yang Chengjun, who was in the air, as if hanging upside down in the air, and then raised his knife and slashed downward, only to hear the sound of "boom", Duan Shencuo felt an incomparably arrogant force from his sword to his hand, and then from his hand to his body, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body flew forward like a kite with a broken string.

And when Yang Chengjun was about to pursue, between him and Duan Shencuo, there was one more person.

This person only wears a very casual coat, draped over his body, and the lower half of his body is also wearing very loose pants, his face does not have too many traces of time, his face is full of beard and even the sideburns of his hair are connected, and his left hand is casually placed in the clothes outside his stomach.

You would never have thought that such a dress would appear on the battlefield, but now, he is standing on the battlefield, and he is still in front of Duan Shencuo, no need to ask, this must be Chu Batian.

Yang Chengjun glanced at him, frowned, and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, Chu Batian smiled and said, "The person who restrained him in the world may be you, if the sword qi can't be cast in front of you, his sword is even inferior to your scabbard." ”

Yang Chengjun didn't say anything, he just quietly observed Chu Batian.

Chu Batian saw that Yang Chengjun didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything more, just slowly Yang Chengjun walked over, yes, walked over, and very slowly, until he was less than ten meters away from Yang Chengjun, he stopped.

Raising the sword in his hand, if the sword in Yang Chengjun's hand that is one meter two long and thirty or fifty centimeters wide is considered a wide sword, then the one in Chu Batian's hand should be called a broadsword, because this sword is too wide and a little too short.

When Yang Chengjun saw this sword, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, but the next moment, Chu Batian was already approaching, and he raised the sword in his right hand, but in the next moment, the sword had already reached Yang Chengjun's face.

Now Yang Chengjun knows why he wants to use such a broadsword, Chu Batian is originally a member of the Nanban tribe, and he is born with divine power, so at this time, his strength has reached a peak, his sword seems to be able to collapse the space, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Yang Chengjun...

And when such a sword is in front of you, there is no sword more impossible to dodge than the broadsword, and under this sword, there will be death.

Yang Chengjun is now facing such a dead end, the sword is almost close to his face, and the tip of his nose can even feel the coldness of the sword, but the sword that should have been devastating has just stopped in front of him, and he can no longer move forward even an inch.

Because under the broadsword, the tip of Yang Chengjun's sword was on the sword, if Chu Batian used the space to bully closer, then Yang Chengjun's sword was like a swimming fish in the space that had collapsed, shuttling through the space, one of the two was domineering, and the other was smart.

It seems simple, but if you want to reach such a state, you don't know how much tempering and suffering you have to go through to forge it.

Just when the two swords were in a stalemate, Yang Chengjun's left hand suddenly went up, and with the posture of breaking the army, he also passed through the space, and suddenly waved the scabbard in his hand upward, this hand Chu Batian seemed to be completely defenseless, and even when the scabbard smashed on his head, his eyes did not blink, just because this attack was too fast.

The speed of thunder, with the power of thick earth, is swift and powerful.

Almost instantly, the blood on Chu Batian's head gushed out like a flood.

No matter who suffers such a blow, they should fall, but Chu Batian stood steadily, licked the blood left behind by his mouth, and then seemed to feel very excited, grinned the corners of his mouth, showed a smile, and stared at Yang Chengjun.

Yang Chengjun also looked at Chu Batian quietly, the two of them actually looked at each other like this, but before the time of tea, Yang Chengjun was surprised to find that the wound on Chu Batian's head had healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye...

And what surprised him even more was that he found that the important joints on his body, at some unknown time, were attached to some invisible silk threads, and they were now slowly tightening, if there was any big movement, there was no doubt that these silk threads would cut through his armor...

And these silk threads were done by Duan Shencuo, who was behind Chu Batian.

The silk thread was in his Yuehua Demon Blade, he was close to Yang Chengjun, and deliberately separated various parts, and put the silk thread on Yang Chengjun's body first.

Then when Yang Chengjun and Chu Batian were fighting, slowly adjust the position of the silk thread.

In the end, Chu Batian used himself as bait, and at the moment when Yang Chengjun saw Chu Batian's flaws, he waved the scabbard with his left hand and relaxed his guard, allowing him to tighten the silk thread for the last time.

And all of this is within the calculations of those two people.....

ps: During this National Day, I wish the great motherland a happy birthday and prosperity.

New book for newcomers, this book is relatively slow to heat, I hope you can like it. Four to six thousand words a day, occasional outbursts, thank you!